I’m tired, congested, and can’t clearly think.
I got up and stretched, had a snack, and a drink.
But still I’ve got nothing. I don’t feel like writing.
It’s the self imposed once-per-week-deadline I’m fighting.
I could skip it this week, but here is my fear;
My last bout with skipping lasted more than a year!
So for me, it seems best that I just keep on trying
To fill up this page, though my patience is frying.
This juvenile poem….. this cheap basic rhyme…..
If anyone reads it, I’ve wasted their time!
But at least now it’s done. I’ve made myself do it.
It’s not very good, but at least I got through it.

”You’re never out of the fight!”
movie Sole Survivor
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Sooooo relatable! And your rhyming is anything but cheap. It’s got that musical bounce…from one of my favorite musicians! Thanks for the smile, Todd! 💝😊💝
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Thanks Victoria! 💚 On the other hand -I’m sorry you can relate😁 May your writing flow free and easy evermore!
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Ya know…there are days! Thanks for the smile!!! 🤪❤️🤪
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😁🙃 Thanks for reading!
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You’re a poet and don’t know it. Sorry!
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😁 self-imposed deadlines will do things to a person…
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